â If you want to, yeah⊠â adra could feel her body, shivering from cold. she put her own fingertips on her dark circles, & her thinner she was comparing to the last time she came from filming, she didnât even realized she looked this crap. in the other hand she doesnât care. briar rose wasnât the type of girl that smile a lot behind the cameras, but she gave a ghost smile, looking with those pair of grey bluish eyes full of sadness but not because she didnât like the idea, it was just cause she is the way she is⊠thereâs a sadness beneath her eyes never left her.  once the lift arrived she looked at the other woman, holding the leash, picking the key from her pocket. â I do. I asked them for my therapist. Sometimes itâs necessary. â  she put her key inside of the hole twisting it, until her door open, & she  turn on the light. she removed the leash from levon & he running further inside, going to the sofa to check her furry cat, that was laying on the sofa.
   briar rose was fan of art deco, everything was well decorate in art deco style, she had vinyl players, vinyl  ( they works ) , thereâs a table with a chrystal jar of cognac, & a lot of chrystal glasses,  & a big glass container ( that stays in the middle of the living room ) with antique knives from her mini collection ( they were originals & type of knives could be easily found on museum, she bought in an auction ). she had a fascination with blades.
  â Make yourself comfortable, donât play with Mary Elizabeth Christine, take a drink if you want to.â  again, briar rose warned about her cat, as she running away till her bedroom, closing the doors to change the wet clothing to warm ones, but she ended up taking a quick shower, before dressing something warm & a few minutes later she appeared on the room, pouring to herself cognac. â I have absinthe if you want to. â  picking from her pocket, a cigarette & a lighter & lit it, dragging the smoke inside of her own lungs.
It scared her -- the fact that the expression on Briarâs face reminded of her own some time ago. At that point of time, Adra remembered her smaller frame, lying on the cold hard ground, hand propped up onto a marble grave marker with rain falling onto her and soaking her skin. She had the same gaunt look as well, something gloomy and dark in her eyes. Adra had look away for a moment, recuperate and cleared her own thoughts. Maybe it was just her own imagination playing wild again. âI understand,â she replied with regards to the sleeping pills. âSometimes I really need them too.â
She waited patiently for Briar to open the door and enter. Upon the lighting up of the apartment, she couldnât help but looking around her home, admiring her decor and wondering why she kept certain items. She nodded as Briar left the room and Adra found herself looking through some of the items on display before sitting on the couch, checking her phone instinctively. When Briar appeared again and offered her a drink, she shrugged. âDo you have something not so strong?â Adra asked shyly. âAbsinthe tends to make me very emotional, I realised a few months back,â she chuckled nervously. âI wouldnât want to go all cry baby on someone I just met.... or if you donât have any, water is fine,â she nodded.Â